Friday, May 13, 2011

My Story Continued

My last post glitched and cut off. So I'll begin where I left off, or at least close to where I left off.

So, I hadn't heard anything else about Rob from Mia or Jon ever again. Brant just...pretty much disappeared from the house. It was early morning. Mia was the one who noticed, so Jon went out looking by himself. Mia and I stayed home and tried calling...Nothing turned up. Nothing at all.
Sometime, perhaps a week from then, we started really panicking. Or at least I did. I never really gave up looking for him...even a month after he was gone. We checked the towns, the parks, and the woods where Mia was attacked.

Then Mis was killed. What was it about those woods that felt such strong hatred against my sister?! My sister, Mia, who had grown so close to me...Since the beginning, she was just like me. The only other girl. She was my sister. And she died...she died in the woods where I entered the Labyrinth. She died in the woods where Robert's father attacked him, and she died in the woods she was so terrified to go into, but she did it for Brant.
And I was still jealous.
Because I knew she liked Brant too...I could tell. I feel so bad. Sometimes I want to die because of the things I felt towards her when she talked with Brant, and watched TV alone with him. And when they talked with Jon and I wasn't aloud to hear because I was the youngest.

And Jon...I think he considers her his sister too. They all knew each other long before they knew me, so they had a special connection between them. They were all best friends. I felt lucky to be accepted by them. The Seekers. I had such great respect for them.
Jon was so sad. We both were. And we moved away from Maine. We came back to New Hampshire. He rented a hotel room just big enough for both of us, and he told me to go home. He said since the hotel was so close to my house, I could come over whenever I wanted, but I had to live with my parents again.

And that's when he stopped caring. He lost faith. Mine is so a flame that's near extinguished, but still clings on and hopes that maybe someone will blow on that it can get big again.
I still care, you see. I really do still care, but it's hard to hold on to an old memory, when they only other one who shares it has forgotten to believe. This hurts my heart, to talk this way. I should explain what happened to Danielle and I.

I wanted to kill Slenderman...Most people do. Most people who watch their sisters die and their loves go missing, surely to be killed or made into brainless proxies. But Danielle WAS a proxy, but not a brainless one. She was slowly being corrupted...and I could see it whenever I spoke to her. She was being brainwashed.
She always spoke of him and it sickened me. How could she feel such loyalty and affection towards this creature that made her what she is today?! I don't understand.
Then she started turning against me. We grew apart. We were enemies. And she hated me. And I cried. I cried so hard, because everything was turning against me, the world was falling down and making me dizzy...And I nearly had no friends left. Jon was a state of shock that still hasn't worn he lives each day staring out of the window of his little hotel room. Mia died, leaving her bloodstained legacy still in my pretty much screwed up mind. Brant was gone...most likely I'll never see him again, and if I do, it'll be when he's come out to kill me for his generous Master. And now Danielle. She hated me. Just utterly despised me for being a Fighter, a Seeker, and an Enemy of the glorious Master!!
Everything was corrupt! We fought! And I was weak! It's not a fiction book, I didn't have magical abilities that could kill a man with one blow! I didn't have a weapon. Only my dirty, useless fists. They were no good, but she didn't kill me.
Maybe it was because I wasn't worth the effort to her, or perhaps she had orders not to destroy me. But sometimes I like to think it's because when she pulled out the memories of our old friendship, she couldn't make herself dig the knife into my throat, with the faceless man standing only feet away from her. We were once sisters too, I think.
So she stood up and looked at me. No emotions. And then she spit, right on my face, and left me. And I smiled. And I cried. Danielle didn't kill me, although she should have.

I've wondered about this for a long time since then. If Slenderman had a face, would he have been angry? Frustrated? Disappointed? Indifferent? If I could ask, I would, but I'm certain he doesn't give half a shit about me any longer. I've stopped bothering with him, so I'm nothing more than a piece of dust floating by him.

I've also thought about changing that...But now it's only me. I could never change Jon's mind. I could only try, but that's already proved worthless and a waste of my time. I'm the only Seeker left in this once-was a team of three. Perhaps there are more Seekers out there, but for now I'll have to let that play out on it's own. I think I'll try to help whoever I can...And I'm never going to leave the Battlefield.

Monday, May 9, 2011


Brant...Brant. I cry just thinking about his name. It's my fault it happened. If I hadn't been so weak and unstable, it never would've happened. Brant...Brant, Brant, Brant. He never would have gone missing in the first place if I never went back to that forest. Never dragged Mia in there with me, and never got her killed. Dear Mia. Poor Mia. I miss you like hell, Mia, and I hope you can hear me when I talk to you at night.
No, we never really got to give her a proper burial. But over these past months...I've never posted in a while, have I? If anyone even checks our blog anymore...It doesn't matter. It's like my journal now, I guess. Anyway...I only updated because there's nothing left to do. Nothing to fight for anymore...But Jon insists that we continue. He also wants to forget about the Slender Man, and the proxies, but with the constant "visitors" and XX arriving at our door at two in the morning, that's easier said than done.
If anyone IS reading this, you'd probably be wondering what even went on...who's XX? What happened to...Mia...and Brant...It'll be hard for me to tell you, but what the hell? Slender doesn't give a shit since Danielle stopped caring about me, and now that Mia's dead and Brant is gone...We have nothing left to pester him about. I'm pretty sure Brant has been executed by now, anyway...
And you're also most likely wondering...where did Rob go? And what about his dad?

After we left the hospital, Rob still stabilized and in good hands, we went out for ice cream, then back home. Nothing unusual. Jon wanted to cheer me up since I was feeling a little sick...We were all wondering about what Rob had said. "My dad." What was it supposed to mean, anyway?
I'll skip a few unnecessary parts, and get to what I really have to say. XX was a corrupted Proxy that was...once...Robert's father. He wanted to overthrow Slender's state of..."leadership" and take over as..."boss". Of course, we wanted no part in his little shitty scheme, but he insisted.
Again, another time skip. Brant went missing. Can't remember when exactly, but it was some five weeks later, after we met XX. I never heard anything else about Rob from Jon or Mia000000000